[It’s easy enough to return his sword back to where its kept — empty space, nothingness — shattering and dissolving, having no use for it any longer. He’s kind enough to release the man’s wrist, but cruel enough to immediately bring his arm back and hit him with a disturbing amount of force across his temple with his elbow, knocking him out cold. He can lay there with his thieving friend for now. They’ll be out for a while, and he can always send someone else to pick them up if Rosalind requires more of his time with her questions.]
As you should be.
[Ardyn perpetuating a feeling of safety? What a lark. He doesn’t miss a beat, turning to face her properly.]
no subject
As you should be.
[Ardyn perpetuating a feeling of safety? What a lark. He doesn’t miss a beat, turning to face her properly.]
Ask away, if you like. I’ve time for now.